WE HAIL THEE
To the children of the streets,
Who sleep under bridges,
Come sun and come rain,
Anytime and everyday.
We hail thee!
To the once we call posterity,
Whose future is shrouded in uncertainty,
By the so called political elites,
The inhuman humanity.
We hail thee!
To the little peasants,
Who roam the streets daily,
In search of food and alms,
With nothing in their palms.
We hail thee!
To the voiceless,
In the society,
Who live in abject Poverty.
We hail thee!
To the underprivileged,
Whom we call the less privileged,
Who go to bed on empty Stomachs,
With nothing to eat,
Lying on empty bellies,
And struggling to live.
We hail thee!
To the people,
Whose voices have been Silenced,
By poverty and penury,
Who live in pain and Misery,
We hail thee!
To our friends,
Who are Homeless,
But are not hopeless,
We hail thee!
© Samuel Junior Irusota
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